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She once had a bright future, but she had destroyed it with her own hands. Three months later, I returned to the Sanctuary as planned. The silver poison was completely gone from my system, and thanks to my pureblood constitution, my right leg had healed perfectly. The Sanctuary was a different place. The Wolf Council had completely purged the corruption. A new, upright, and strict Elder had been brought in from the outside. The new Elder cracked down on misconduct and strictly enforced all medical protocols and treatment guidelines. He gave every healer a clean, uncorrupted environment to practice medicine.

> "Love one another. The light will do the rest." > A colossal wave of golden energy burst outward from the family. But the light wasn't a weapon; it wasn't fire, and it wasn't destructive lightning. It was pure, unadulterated healing. The wave washed over the entire battlefield. Wounded, exhausted soldiers stood up, their broken bones knitting back together instantly. Fractured palace walls repaired themselves stone by stone. The cursed land itself began to breathe deeply again. The Voidborn shrieked, its body thrashing as the environment rejected its very presence. "No! Healing cannot destroy me!"

Since when had I been vain? Healer Iaso stepped into the room, bouncing a ball of fire in her outstretched palm. “This is a concentrated sphere of healing encased in Hellfire.” She floated it across the room. “In the event of illness or an emergency, draw upon it, and the magic will restore you to health.” “Thanks,” I said as the cool flame sank into my chest. “Do you have any preferences?” she asked.

" What he said touched me deeply. When I was with Tyler, he said that he liked it when I had thick makeup on. Light makeup made him disinterested, and he wouldn't allow me to go barefaced. He would call me ugly, albeit in an indirect way. He did not like it when I wore plain-colored clothes. My wardrobe was filled with dresses of bright colors, given to me by him. After all these years, I had gotten used to wearing clothes according to Tyler's preference. I had long forgotten what my preferences were. After loving him for years, I had forgotten to love myself. "So, do you mind removing your makeup? Even though I have a strong foundation in drawing, I hope that I can work with fewer distracti

If they were trying to kill me with excitement overdose, they got the right amount. I smiled shyly at Roman as he rubbed circles on my back. The light was back on. I couldn't say exactly when the light came on. I drifted off to sleep with a satisfied smile on my lips. Roy might have attempted to break me with his behavior at first but Roman kept the healing in place for each time Roy hurt me. But now they were going to be my healing as I was certain that nothing could break me with them beside me. Romans' POV When Roy had woken me up with the idea that we pleasure Raven, I had been sceptical about it.

“But we are only humans. Never forget that. How do we know what this scheme of nature is?” “I know, but still…” Jasmine trailed off, her shoulders slumping tiredly as she pushed some loose curls out of her face and behind her ear. “It’s wrong. It’s vicious. It’s…unfair.” It was a common understanding for anyone who knew of the existence of the healers that there were certain guidelines they needed to follow all their lives. First of all, they were born sterile, meaning it was impossible for them to carry on their lineage. The chief reason they were so hard to find and even harder to earn their loyalty. But when the goddess took away their ability to reproduce, she blessed them with the capab

But she had no idea that an Alpha cannot command another Alpha. Asher finally tossed her diary back to her. "Pathetic," he muttered, turning away with Axel by his side. Elaira quickly gathered her things from the floor, her hands shaking. With her head hung low, she headed to the bathroom while mocking whispers trailed after her. She quickly entered a stall, locked herself in, and cried her eyes out heavily as the humiliation was just too much for her.

she shares with the group quietly. Everyone is intensely listening to Jenna as they are curious how the healing works. “If I healed you, then you would have felt warmth and a sense of peace come over your body. For me I absorb your pain or injury. If you have a broken arm, I have a broken arm. If you have a cut, I have that same injury although you may not see the blood. I then need time to heal myself, which can take hours or days depending on the severity of the injury.

“I will give this back to you when you’re ready to learn its content. But now, you are not equipped. This should be in my hand, and once this goes to the wrong possession, it would be a disaster. The knowledge inside this book is dangerous.” “Okay, I will not ask further questions then. I will concentrate on your books. I only have a few days left, and it’s going to be another death match.” “Strengthen your shield. You’ll badly need it. That’s the only advice I can give you for now. Practice more until the Protexerium becomes normal in your body.” Eleand gently nodded. “One last question, is there any possibility that I can heal myself? I mean, as you do. How can I learn that? Is there a spe

“Not completely.” “Trust is not required for healing,” Maera replied. “Presence is.” I rubbed my arms, suddenly very aware of phantom touches. Of heat. Of how alive I felt when they were near. “And if I don’t?” I asked. “Then you heal slower,” she said honestly. “And remain vulnerable.” Silence fell between us again. Finally, I straightened my spine. “Then I’ll train.” Maera nodded. “Good.” She handed me a small pouch containing some herbs. “This will help cleanse your system. Drink them nightly.”